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The Swamp
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The stench. The flies. The ease. Daily we remind ourselves that these chemicals keep the rats at bay. The walls on our cubicles will keep the hate away. Our mothers and fathers wouldn't lie this way. Just make sure nothing grows. Build me. Build me on what you know. Build me, build so large so you can't grow. Don't eat, don't sleep, don't breathe. Don't eat, don't sleep, don't leave. Live in units of measurement and take in only the smallest increments. Live only on excrement and show only the most appropriate excitement. We crave the run and we don't care what it costs. We breed in the shadows and sell all our marrow. Damned to the shadows all we hear is "thank you, thank you". Blamed for the madness all we hear is "thank you, thank you". Say what you want to, darling, I'll have you, have youth. Show me some heart and maybe I'll save you. Show me some heart and maybe we'll break through. Break from the start and maybe still pain through. We're stuffing our mouths in hopes we'll grow hungry, grow something permanent. Stuffing our mouths with lies and love. When we were young we did what we're told. Now that we're old we still do what we're told. When we were young we did what we're told. There's a motion and a howl that hopes we'll grow here, grow fear. Rehearsed, and all the curses banished. The Swamp. We'll live here and do what we're told.
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Flat Earth
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She said I won't curl up in a ball. She'll stretch this skin until it fits. Until the organs form and tendons grip. Until she has lips. Until she has wrists. Both keep their secrets. "I'll love who I'm not and hate who I've become" is the name of this chapter, her motto, her mantra. She's lonely when dreaming and smothered by breathing. Of all of her secrets none of them are worth keeping. It's the people's daily bondage she blames for her rotting, but her sickness is from a lack of motion. Shame on them. Shame on this game. Shame on them. I'll grow old. I'll take my medicine. I've come home. I'm no longer the host.
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Home
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He tripped and fell into a pit he'd name Despair. He'd build a home that only welcomed fear. What sound or idol wasn't clear but he had submitted to the Earth everything. "This isn't failure and I've not given up. I'll embrace the cold, marry the old and mock the poor. I'm an example to the corrupt. To the center and to the cusp, I am nothing. No more than dust'. Like there's life in this life form, like this tribute is a godsend. The outcome relies on the precious law. The raid. The sirens. Blaring. Does it matter? No. Some will call it an art form, some a disgusting display. He'll still say he's born this way. He'll say, "I must lay still. I must be sound. I must wait for the date. Wait in this place. And one day soon I'll replicate".
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Bastard Day
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Built bricks and mortar. Only sons, no daughters, and they would protect her. A shrill beep her every hour to take her dose. She would devour all the poison to cope. Danced when it showered as skin drank the rain, but she wished it were urine. She's tired of trying. She's tired of lying. Leave the light on. Show the neighbours that here lurks the witch of the streets. God bless the thief. God bless relief. She lines up for the Bastard Parade. In one hand her heart, the other a blade. Welcome to the Bastard Parade. We've got two wolves and a sheep deciding what to eat. Hey, you bastard, it's a parade. All that you need is broken at your feet.
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The Hive
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Chomping at the bit, barking orders they burned up upon their reentry. They were told they were brave, but they were slaves. Perhaps relics of decency. We transmit the disease of misplaced belief. When the predator sleeps its prey will weep. We transmit what we receive. We're robbed of purpose by a circus of thieves. Give us what we need; bread, circus, nausea, a lack of purpose.
"It's a wonderful time".
"If you say so".
"What a time to be alive".
"If you say so. Dead set, bought what I sold him"
When they leave we'll all be the same. Then there's a pause and a scream. We'll sit up for a moment, then go back to our dream. Some will dream, but it's always the same. When they leave it'll all be the same. Some may dream, but it's always the same. Some may leave, but it's always the same. When they leave, we'll all be the same.
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